When my mind is crowded the clouds about me grow grey.
They come in close and mesh together
Dark and heavy
Slow and sad
And I smell rain
It comes down soft and hits me hard
Dark and heavy
Slow and sad
And my eyelids close and mesh together
And I rain
Dark and heavy
Slow and sad.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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